Sunday, January 4, 2015

... yeah, there was that time of The Beatles. A lyrical moment of humanity. "Last night I saw you in the restaurant. That's when I knew you were no debutant." Great guitar stuff, harmonies, you name it. All done with great style, purely natural. Hey, they were The Beatles; they could be as natural as they wanted to, they could be themselves. And, recognizing the beauty of the bargain, they were nice, and not only nice but deep, touching, poetic. Worth study. An accomplishment of humanity, in a mode dating back to a bardic tradition.

And then came a time of contention, or rather, The Time of Contention. Or that's what it always is. People being contentious.

About Me

Gandhi tells us to be the change we want to see in the world. I wanted to see a blog on writing. Not necessarily the craft stuff, the things you could learn in a classroom, but the basic matters (and mysteries) of creativity, depth and subject matter.
I am a veteran barman of Washington, DC. My novel, A Hero For Our Time, a modern retelling of Hamlet, is available on Amazon.com. (My thanks to Mr. Lermontov, God rest his soul, for allowing me to nod to his singular classic.)
What makes writing literature? Writing will always be an art form to honor.